Ed Galing sent me this poem shortly before he died in Dec. 2013:
most of all
i remember
my mother's
chicken soup.
1922
lower east side
i was often sick
my mother
fed me with
a large spoon.
"Eat, eat, you will feel better!"
that aroma
some secret ingredient
did its job.
my mother
overjoyed
nodding
my father smacking
his lips.
she said it was
a jewish dish
but the bible
did not say
this.
" Moses on the Mount,
had a bowl
before he got the
ten commandments."
the entire building
smelled of chicken soup
and matzoh balls
At 96
i'm still not
through
i sip the soup
and eat the matzoh balls
too.
